Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 3 Muggle Studies

"Me? A professor at Hogwarts?"

Melvin was stunned for a moment.

"Professor of Muggle Studies."

Dumbledore nodded and explained with a smile, "Originally, this subject was taught by Professor Quirinus Quirrell, but he has changed his research direction and will take over the school's Defense Against the Dark Arts course next semester. I am currently looking for a new professor of Muggle Studies. Having seen your play and learned about your deeds, I think you are a perfect fit."

Melvin was not moved by his praise. Recalling the report on himself in the Ghost column, his expression was subtle: "I really can't think of where it fits in."

"First of all, you have excellent grades."

"You should know that I didn't finish my studies."

"Don't worry about those rigid evaluation methods, Mr. Levent. In my opinion, your resume is very impressive."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, "Since Madam Seraphina Picquery graduated, you are the only one who has been recognized by all four houses of Ilvermorny. You have performed well and achieved excellent results while at school. Interviews have shown that the professors of Ilvermorny are very optimistic about you. Headmaster Gilbert Fontana revealed that although you did not take the Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination, you obtained full certificates in the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination.

"Achieve your own success in Muggle society, skillfully combine magic and Muggle skills, and flexibly manage the boundaries of the Statute of Secrecy. This is exactly what students need."

"..."

Nicolas Flamel remained silent, but his expression was a little strange.

Albus was still the same, looking up news in The Ghost an hour ago, but now pretending to be very knowledgeable.

"Principal Fontana never hesitates to give praise to all students."

Melvin didn't refuse, nor did he accept immediately: "I am honored to receive this invitation, but it is really too sudden. I need time to think carefully about it."

Dumbledore didn't ask any further questions, but tactfully said goodbye: "I think I'll have another chance to enjoy your wonderful performance next weekend."

"See you next week then. I'll have Claire reserve the best seats for you. Have a good night, gentlemen."

"Thank you for the moonstone."

"..."

Walking out of the theater door, the neon street lights are still bright, the view becomes open, the midsummer night breeze blows, and the smell of gasoline and dust lingers in the nose.

Two old men with strange looks walked on the street without attracting anyone's attention. Passersby seemed to be unable to see them, but they were able to accurately bypass them when passing by.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore walked happily on the roadside holding a can of soda. Vending machines are a wonderful creation of Muggle technology.

The two men walked slowly, but their speed was beyond imagination. They were on the street one second ago, and appeared at the end of the street in one step.

Nicolas Flamel showed a thoughtful expression: "Hogwarts has never had a foreign professor, Albus, why did you suddenly invite this young Mr. Levent?"

"That's a false stereotype. Hogwarts has had many foreign professors, most of whom were from Beauxbatons."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Because Mr. Lewinter already has a wonderful connection with Hogwarts."

Dumbledore took a sip, a satisfied look on his face. "Did you notice his ring?"

Nicolas Flamel paused, a silver light floating in his light-colored pupils. He quickly searched his memory for the details just now, and the image of the young wizard with a ring on his left ring finger appeared before his eyes.

It was a matte black ring, without any precious gemstones or delicate carvings, only some shallow lines, ordinary... The strange thing was that even with hundreds of years of experience and vision, this alchemist could not tell the material of the ring.

Nicolas Flamel narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully, finally seeing some traces among the lines that looked familiar.

"Is that... the sigil of Slytherin?"

"belch……"

……

Gershwin Theatre.

The cast and crew have already left.

The corridor was silent, save for the ticking of the clock in the office, where a crystal chandelier cast a soft glow. Melvin glanced out the window, then at the clock, his thoughts drifting with the play of light and shadow.

Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel, one the most powerful living wizard, the other an alchemist whose legacy spanned centuries, were surprisingly affable and conversational upon their initial meeting. He had invited him because he understood Muggle society. He knew there were many doubts about his past, but he didn't press for details, and there was no sign of Legilimency...

At least he didn't sense it.

I glanced at the commemorative calendar on my desk. It was the summer of 1991, when the story began...

No matter how open-minded and tolerant Ilvermorny is, after experiencing the Salem witch trials in the 17th century, the Purger riots, and the 1926 New York riots, the Magical Congress of the United States of America has always implemented the strict International Statute of Magical Secrecy.

The Aurors and the Inquisitor were fooled in the last trial. Perhaps they will be scrutinized more strictly in the future...

No matter what the situation in the No-Maj world is, Britain is always the center of wizarding culture. The British Ministry of Magic is more influential than the American Magical Congress, and the environment there is more suitable for him to sow seeds and harvest magic.

"Click."

At twelve o'clock midnight, the sound of the mechanical clock gears meshing is most obvious.

Melvin put away his chaotic thoughts and was about to put away the tea set on the table when he suddenly found something golden under one of the teacups. It was another gold coin.

When you take it in your hand, it feels cool, thick and exquisitely carved.

It wasn't No-Maj currency, nor was it the gold Galleons issued by Gringotts. It was a gold coin issued before the Goblin Rebellion, when the Goblin Kingdom was fully established. The gold coin was made of real gold, weighing about 1.7 ounces.

Because it is out of print, the collection value of the goblin gold coin far exceeds its face value. If you take this to Gringotts, even the most greedy goblin will become friendly.

"Zheng..."

The gold coins were thrown into the air and turned rapidly, and the reflected light presented a dazzling metallic luster.

What an exciting wealth.

……

a week later.

"I didn't expect Hogwarts to provide a hefty settlement fee to foreign professors."

After Melvin finished reading the Hogwarts employment letter, he looked up at the two old wizards and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"This is the right thing to do. Hogwarts is more like a home for teachers and students."

Dumbledore was quite pleased with himself.

"..."

Just say yes.

Melvin closed a few pages of parchment, the cover of which bore the Hogwarts crest. "I have no objection to these terms. Hogwarts's benefits are very generous. However, there are some personal matters that I need to confirm in advance."

"You said."

"Teaching will not occupy my whole life. I will also study and develop my own career while I am in school."

Melvin noticed Dumbledore's slightly narrowed eyes, paused, and explained, "Of course, it has nothing to do with the Dark Arts. It's mainly about stage plays, writing stories about wizards and exploring the forms of expression of magical art."

“Very welcome.”

Dumbledore smiled brightly. "Hogwarts has its own ghost company, and in the past, there was also a student troupe. I even participated in a performance when I was a student, although the result was a disaster... The school is very welcome to professionals in this field. Believe me, both teachers and students will be happy to see the drama club established again."

The principal was so forthcoming that Melvin wanted to agree on the spot, but he restrained himself: "Also, I have some ideas about the course content."

"Ok?"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately became interested.
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Descendants of Slytherin: House of Gaunt

As direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, the Gaunt family was inducted into the Sacred Twenty-Eight in 1930. To maintain the purity of their bloodline, the Gaunts practiced inbreeding for generations. Once quite wealthy, the Gaunts' extravagant lifestyle led to their dissolute fortunes, spawning many restless and mentally disturbed wanderers known for their unstable personalities and violent behavior.

Borgin and Burke's shop in Knockturn Alley once housed many silver ornaments sold by the Slytherin family, most of which were engraved with Ouroboros patterns, including Ouroboros, Kundalini, Merkaba... and combined with Slytherin's unique [S]-shaped mark.

All the collections sold by the Gaunt family were removed from the shelves after 1947, and the staff of Borgin and Burke's claimed that they were looted by Death Eaters.

(End of this chapter)